Resurrection Empire

Chapter 698 263: The Surprise Troops Achieve Merits, The Pinnacle of My Life, Heir to Mengdu Group [6000 Words]

On the boundless wilderness, the autumn wind was bleak, and grey smoke rose everywhere.

Two armies faced off, with great momentum.

Flags flew under the sky, and formations were stern.

A strong wind blew, causing the flags to flap noisily.

One side, held high the battle flag of the Golden Lion.

The military formation under the Golden Lion battle flag was mainly composed of infantry.

The soldiers in neat formation either held large shields, carried long spears, wore fine armor holding meter-long battle blades, or held uniquely styled longbows.

Judging by the size of the formation, this was an elite force of about one million people.

Behind the infantry camp, there were giant war carriages made of various types of metal and wood, including catapults, Flame Impact Cars, Rolling Logs War Carriages, and more...

The soldiers were expressionless, appearing both solemnly tense and exuding a murderous aura.

Most of these soldiers could be bought with in-game currency, and they were indeed crafted finely, lifelike and realistic.

However, the heads of each phalanx were completely different, not only equipped more elite, but there was also some Ruined Beast material in their full-body armor.

These people had varied expressions, appeared relaxed, and occasionally talked to thin air, as if chatting across a distance.

Most of these leaders were blonde-haired, blue-eyed game players.

Under this Golden Lion flag was a top guild named "Golden Lion" that had ruled the Second Continent Zone in the game "Wilderness Era" for many years.

Just by looking at the army formation's positioning, it was clear the chairman of the Golden Lion was a master, skilled in training troops and proficient in military tactics.

Conversely, on the other side, at least two million units densely packed along the mountain line, piling up on the hillside, and their momentum was not inferior, just a bit stylistically off.

At a glance, these two million units gathered on the hill resembled a colorful children's watercolor doodle.

All riders, seemingly well-organized, but their mounts were varied.

The pitch-black ones were black light horses, a hybrid subspecies of Ruined Beasts known for speed.

The gray-white ones were shield-head rhinos, famous for their tonnage.

The crimson ones were Two-legged Swift Dragons known for their leaping ability.

The azure ones were blue-feathered giant butterflies, known for short float flying abilities.

...

Each mount had different characteristics, varied speeds, and carried knights interlocking like jagged teeth.

Heaven knows what kind of scene this army formation would create once it charged.

Dozens of crooked "Ma" banners lined up along the mountain ridge, with uneven gaps between them, sometimes swaying left and right with the wind.

On the other side of the mountain ridge, the vice chairman known as "Recruitment Brother" was leading a few hundred people lying prone on the ground, sneaking and lurking about.

Behind this formation of hundreds, thousands more knights lay prone, along with spindle-shaped flying snakes.

"Recruitment Brother" watched this scene from afar, feeling both toothache and headache.

What on earth is this!

What a disgrace!

I've invested two billion, and you come up with this junk?

Ren Zhong looked back at the flying snake formation behind him.

They were staggered, layered, and utterly chaotic.

The flying snakes occasionally fought among themselves, causing a clamor.

The soldiers were also unruly, scratching, coughing, and someone would sneak off to relieve themselves discreetly.

Ren Zhong almost wanted to cough up blood, these NPCs were made too damn realistic!

"Recruitment Brother, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

A crisp voice sounded beside Ren Zhong.

It was the vice-chairman assistant arranged by Ma Xiaoling, someone Ren Zhong suspected had at least enhanced their looks by 50% in the game.

Ren Zhong shook his head, "Nothing, just... well... never mind."

He had given Ma Xiaoling such good conditions, yet she somehow led the two-million-strong force into a bandit-like motley crew.

He was thinking too much, never should have had any expectations of Teacher Ma.

He should have brought Zheng Tian into the Western Liang Horse Gang sooner.

He guessed if Zheng Tian saw this "elite force" now, she'd faint on the spot, then her obsessive-compulsive disorder would flare, forcing her to train them into proper shape.

Ren Zhong was grumbling to himself when Ma Xiaoling's somewhat proud voice came through the comms, "How about it? Does this pure Western Liang Iron Cavalry catch the War Monitor's eye?"

Once in the game, in "Dream Back to Ancient Times," Ma Xiaoling's speech inexplicably became more refined.

Ren Zhong decisively praised her, "You know how to play, you've redefined the concept of purity."

Ma Xiaoling chuckled, "Oh? Am I that amazing? Stop it, you're going to make me blush."

Ren Zhong: "...! Hey, don't you think our formation is too flashy? Like an abstract painting, and look at the soldiers' bearing. Seriously!"